The Attic

Matt followed Clair up the stairs, although more accurately he let his hard cock follow her bare pussy upwards. The attic, where the holiday decorations were stored, was accessible via a trap door and ladder, which was why it would take the two of them to safely get things down. Clair hit the lights (Matt was glad to see that at least didn't involve anything unusual; having to do something sexual constantly to keep the lights on would be super annoying). Clair stopped under the door, and leaned over a bit.

"Come on, we don't have all day," she put in when Matt didn't do anything, reaching back with one hand to spread her pussy lips apart, giving him a good view of her pink interior, wagging her ass at him. Her other hand was on a switch, and Matt realized what was up. The trap door had been the source of several minor accidents and injuries over the years, as it was awkward to open and lower the ladder, so a few years ago, their parents had added an autonomic system to lower and raise it. "What's wrong?' she asked, looking back at Matt over her shoulder. "You look hard enough." She came over to Matt, grabbing his exposed dick, and dragged him over the the switch. She turned around and backed her cunt onto him, sheathing him again in familiar tightness. "Hurry up, I want to get on this over with," she added, moving her hips a little. The door moved a bit, but not much, and she looked back at Matt with exasperation.

"Oh right, sorry," Matt replied lamely. He gripped her hips and pulled out, then thrust in again. The door lowered a bit more, so Matt started thrusting faster. Clair moaned as the door opened, and the ladder started winching out, in time with Matt's thrusting. Clair thrust back impatiently, so he sped up. As the ladder touched the ground, Matt couldn't hold it and came, feeling Clair grip him as she moaned lightly. Then she pulled off and started climbing up, giving him a view of her just-used pussy.

"Come on, already," she called impatiently as Matt stood there dumbly. Matt followed her up, only slightly awkwardly as he had to avoid hitting his swinging dick on the steep ladder.

Once in the attic, it was business as usual. The two of them gathered up the Christmas decorations and piled them by the hatch. About halfway through the operation, Clair's phone rang. Matt watched as she pulled out a dildo (labeled "iDildo") and inserted it into herself. "Hey babe, how it going?" came Brandon's voice from her crotch as she trust the dildo in and out. There was a slight smacking sound in the background, in addition to the sound of his car. "Listen, I'm going to be a bit late. I think my car needs a lube change. I can't really get up to full speed..."

"Oh come on, Brandon," Clair replied archly, not slowing her thrusting with the dildo. "I have been telling you for a while to get that done. You can't just ignore maintenance. We talked about this the last time you were late for a date. I can't always be there to help with the car. You said you would either get it lubed or just get a new fleshlight already!"

"I know, I know..." Brandon said airily; this was probably a repeated argument. "I really will this time. I promise. I'm sick of getting a chafed dick too, you know. Listen, I'll only be a little late, maybe an hour. I'm sorry and I love you."

"I love you too, but you better believe you are handling dishes yourself, mister," she put in. "See you soon." With that, she pulled out the dildo, and put it back in her pocket. We got back to moving things around, with Clair a bit cross at Matt for having stopped to watch her talk to Brandon (or more pointedly, watch her fuck herself talking to Brandon).

When they were ready, Clair yelled down for a hand, and Brian came up. Matt stood on the ladder half way down and Clair passed thing to him, his face basically in her muff as she was sitting in the hatch. Last to come down was the giant Santa ornament for the lawn, which required some work to get down, which of course meant that Matt ended up with a facefull of pussy a few times as they maneuvered the awkward and heavy object down. Matt grabbed a handful of stuff to take downstairs, not considering they needed to close the hatch, then heard a schlicking sound and turned to see Brian stick his cock into Clair and fuck the hatch closed, much more quickly and efficiently than Matt done while opening it earlier. Just as before, Brain and Clair came as the machine finished, but treated it nonchalantly.

The three of them carried things downstairs, Brian and Clair hauling the Santa, which they put by the front door. Peter came in, still wrapped in winter clothing, carrying the tree from the back into the living room, not seeming to care that despite wearing a parka, pants, and boots, his dick had been fully exposed to the elements. Everyone got to decorating the tree completely normally.